Saturday, September 6, 2008


The sultry silk, so smooth, so pure, so soft

I can’t imagine, it soothes, it lures, adores

A metamorphosis, metaphorically change

Evolving into something, a thing out of range;

By the corner of my eye, the flicker of her hair

With lustful thoughts of mine, a reason I can’t bear

But my love is true, I swear, it always

So pure like doves, panting in every way.

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